Confused in the clarity of the reality that is my life of seemingly endless pains

Creeping near the door of distress and shutting out the joy in an instant

The frustration congregating around the blood vessels of my soul and it sucks the life from me

I reach out for you and feel the warmth of your cold heart and listen to its deadening beats

I cannot understand why you are so close yet so far away from everything I had imagined

Slice the pain from my heart over and over again like the cancer that it is

Love’s toxic weed is only death that has banished me to this isolation of you

Missing and wanting to die at the touch of freeing myself from this loneliness craved death

Perhaps it’s the only thing I will ever be good enough for

© Wendy Poole 4-12-2007